She behaved as if there was a blue flashing light on her car, turned across the oncoming traffic with far too little room to spare, roared into the secure yard behind Witchmoor Edge Police HQ, with a careless abandon which would have made her wince in a more normal mood and screeched to a halt. She slammed the car door behind her and triggered the self-locking from the key fob with complete lack of attention and mounted the back stairs of the station two at a time to enter the interview room before any but Gail Downing had arrived. "Anything new?" she asked as she bustled past. PC Downing was just saying, "Just the autopsy report you asked me to chase, and one from the Fraud Squad", when she realised that Millicent wasn't listening - she was already on the phone to CDI. Cooke. "Sorry to catch you in such a rush," she was saying, "but I wanted you to do me a favour before you got started on anything else ... Yes, it's in connection with this enquiry and it's urgent, and sort of delicate." "Explain!" "Someone in Bradford Division has either just pulled a raid on a suspect garage and car sales place, or is about to.
